AN: So just some background for this chapter. Marriage has fallen out in the Alpha Omega population, but it is still strong in the Beta population. And it does still occur between an Alphas and Omegas, it's just a little more uncommon.


"Greg?" My asked, wondering if he was still asleep. It was 8 already and they were enjoying a nice snuggle.

"Mmm, yes, love?" He mumbled as he nuzzled into My's neck.

"Would you marry me?" He asked as he ran his fingers through the mans hair.

"Are you proposing or asking as a future reference? " Greg replied, truly awake now. They had never really talked about marriage, and seeing as only a few Alpha/Omega bondings ever did, he thought they probably never would.

"Well, proposing. But if you say no then I will just use this as the latter."

"Yes." Greg said, feeling a tear well up in his eye. Mycroft had a sensitive side but rarely showed it. When he did, it was always with Greg or Sherlock, which made the moment all the more special. "As long as that is what you want as well. "

"I do believe it to be. Greg, I love you, more than anything else. Yes we are bonded and we know that we will be together for the rest of our lives. But I cannot think of anything more special than showing the rest of the world how much I love you."

"Seriously? You love me in the morning when I'm a complete disaster and have horrid morning breath?" He asked sincerely.

"Even after rugby practice when you smell like the back-end of a horse. I am completely smitten with you, Greg. And ..there's...nothing...you...can...do." He said kissing his nose with every word.

"I love you too My. You are by far the most...unique person I have ever met. I am just so happy you chose me." Greg truly counted himself lucky to have such a wonderful...man, mate, love, friend, bond, and..now..fiancé.

Greg kissed him passionately. Running his hands over My's bare chest, moving his lips from his, to his neck, to his collar-bone, to his, chest, to his nipple, and lower. Hearing My moan in encouragement was all he needed. He was soon using his fingers to tug at Mys pajamas and pants as well, taking them down with one swift movement.

My pulled him in closer. Feeling every sensation hundredfold. Every touch, every kiss, every tug and pull, every single caress was like sparks, thousands of them, igniting with no warning. My moved his body into Greg, keeping them as close as possible.

"Mmmm, I like that." Greg said as he felt My grab his ass.

It soon became a battle of kisses. My would kiss Gregs shoulder, and Greg would kiss his neck, and then they would find each find a soft spot to make the other vocalize how they felt. With every peck, getting louder and louder.

"My, shh we will wake Sher." Greg said with a giggle.

"I dont care if we wake him, I care about you. "

"You will later!"

My moved down Gregs body, feeling his hard on brush against his chest. Greg pulled his underwear off, allowing himself to be fully exposed. My grabbed his hard member, kissing along the tip and down the side. eliciting the sweetest of sounds from Gregs mouth.

"Please My, I need you inside me!" Greg begged

Greg laid down and lifted his knees into the air and waited for My to find the lube.

"Where is it!?" He said digging through the bedside table looking for anything they could use.

"Uh it's in the bathroom, medicine cabinet. " Greg said pointing toward the other door.

My ran to the bathroom and grabbed the lube, and then ran back to where his Omega sat, ready and waiting.

My slicked his fingers and started with one, then rapidly progressed to two, then three. Making Greg moan every time he hit his prostate.

"Please.."

That was all the permission My needed. He poured the lube over his hard member and slid into his love. Only giving him a few seconds to adjust before start hard and fast. Pounding him into the mattress. Making him beg for more with every thrust.

"I'm so...I'm..." Greg muttered before climaxing and releasing over My's chest.

"Oh..god!" My screamed as he let go and filled his lover. Until he finally laid down beside Greg and played with his hair.

"I think we woke Sherlock." Greg said as he rolled over and put his head on My's shoulder.

"Ya...I think we did." He laughed before giving Greg a quick peck. "Shower? "

"Lead the way." Greg said as he stood up and grabbed two towels from the top of their dresser.


Once showered and cleaned up, they went down to make breakfast.

"What about waffles? With whipped cream?" My asked, being the better chef of the two.

"Mmm that sounds perfect!" Greg said as he watched My bring out bowls and the waffle maker. "So how do you want to tell Sher?"

"Well he should be expecting something like this. But I was thinking maybe we could go to a museum and make a day out of it." He said mixing in the packaged mix with milk and eggs.

"Ya I think that would be a great way to tell him. Do you think he will be okay with it?"

Suddenly Sherlock was standing in the archway of the kitchen. "Be okay with what?" And are those waffles?" Sher asked, with his eyes lighting up.

"Um..well." Greg started.

Putting down the bowl My went over to his brother and looked him in the eye.

"Greg and I, we have decided to get married." He said, very matter of factly. Taking Gregs hand and kissing it lightly.

"Why?" He asked.

"Because, we love each other. And when you love someone the way I love My, getting married is a way to show that love." Greg explained as he joined the conversation.

"Hmmm." Sherlock was thinking. Whenever Sher got into thinking his face went into a scowl as if he was working the knots out of a piece of string. "Okay, does that mean I have to marry him as well?"

"No you silly boy. It just means that we are a family, that we love each other, and that we want to be together forever." My said, going back to the waffle batter. "It also means you get waffles!"

"I love waffles! Can I marry waffles!?" Sherlock asked wide eyed.

Greg and My had to contain the laughter. "No, but you can eat them." My giggled.

"Okay." Sher said as he played with a puzzle he had left on the counter.

Greg and My smiled at each other. It seemed like everything was falling into place. They were settling down, and they didn't even realize it. They were all individuals that were forming a whole. It was simply perfect.


The day carried on slowly, but it was good, they had a relaxed day at home. Playing in the yard, listening to music and lots of clue. Sherlock almost always won, except for the one time Mycroft beat him to it. Since meeting the Holmes, Greg had lost almost all of his competitive edge, he just enjoyed the time they spent together. Plus My had been sure to pack the night before so that all he would have to do was hop in a cab.

"My why do you have to go? I don't want you to leave again." Sherlock said holding on to him.

"Because I do. But I promise I will bring you back something to experiment on." My said before getting out a small box. "Until then, you can use this." Showing him the box which contained a variety of rocks, dirt, and metals for him to do as he please.

"Thank you My!" He said before snatching the box and running back in the house. Until he popped his head back out for a quick "goodbye!"

Greg hugged his love. "I'll miss you."

"I know, love. But I'll be back before you can even think about missing me." He said squeezing him tightly.

"You better be. I love you My." And it was at that moment the black cab pulled up. The cabbie jumped out and put his smallish bag into the trunk and waited for him to finish his goodbyes.

"I love you too, Greg. I'll call you tonight!" He promised as he gave a kiss on the cheek and got into the cab.

"I already miss you." Greg called into the empty air the taxi left behind, as he waited for a day when he wouldn't have to say goodbye, even though he knew that day would probably never come.


Greg had waited all night for a phone call. They made a frozen dinner, and he waited. He put Sher to bed, and he waited. He cleaned the house, and he waited. Before finally he went to bed. There was no phone call, not that night nor the next morning.

It was only after he had Sherlock off to school that he gave in, gave in to his worry. Of all the people who worried about most, My was it.

As the phone started to ring he fiddled with the pencil near by. It rang three times before he finally picked up.

"Hello?" Said the gravely voice on the other end.

"You promised you were going to call when you got in! I have been worried sick for hours." Greg said.

"I'm sorry, I have been busy. I know you think these trips are all fun and games, but I have been working as shocking as that may seem."

"Well, I understand that, but a message would have worked. I don't need a six-hour chat, I just need to know you're okay!"

"What do you want me to say, I'm sorry I can't be at your beck and call!?"

"You know what, forget I called. Just forget it!" He yelled as he hung up the phone.

He could be so horrible sometimes! He didn't even listen half the time. And when he did he usually just went with what he thought was better anyway. He could be the most frustrating person in the world! He loved Mycroft, but love wasn't always daisies and lollipops, but that also didn't mean it was all black clouds and storms either. It was a mix of the good things and the bad.


But for right now Greg just needed to get out of the house, he was back to Uni on Monday, so he would make the most of what time he had left. So he decided he would grab a coffee, and then take a quiet walk through the park across from their house. Two things he never got to do alone, and then he would just see where the day took him. As he wandered around the beautiful park, admiring all the lovely tress that were just coming into bloom, he saw a black van pull up to his house. Which seemed slightly out of the ordinary but nothing crazy, until three men dressed in black burst their way in.

What should he do? Call the police, scream for help, no, he would call My first.

"My, thank go..."

"I thought you wanted me to forget you called?"

"Listen My, not the time to discuss our row. I just saw a bunch of people break into our house!"

"What!? Where are you? Where is Sherlock?" My asked alarmingly.

"I'm fine, I am in the park, and Sher's at school for another six hours." Greg said checking his watch. "My, what do I do?"

"Okay, I called the police they should be there in less than three minutes. I want you to sit there and wait. I want you to wait for me to get there, I was sent back early, I just got off the plane. I want you to wait for me. Greg? Do you understand?" My asked before hearing the deafening crack of Greg dropping his phone.

That was the last thing Greg could remember hearing before he was hooded and thrown into a vehicle, a van from the feel of the floor and how many people he assumed to be inside. There was a lot of shouting, but that was all and then his world went black.